sinclair's Review

I went to Club Onyx around 22:30 on a Saturday night. The purple and pink Centreville building has been a series of different strip clubs over the years: Centerfolds Cabaret, Pyramid of Pleasure, and most recently the short-lived Hollywood Hunt Club. I had not been to this strip club since January 2013 when it was Pyramid of Pleasure, so I decided to reconnoiter Club Onyx. Outside the entrance I had to walk through a metal detector, then get wanded by a second metal detector. Once in the door, I paid a $10 cover charge to the gatekeeper. The interior is basically a long rectangular room with four island stages. Two of the stages had brass poles, while the other two stages had central chimneys of clear blocks with a light tube glowing in the middle. The far right end of the room was the main bar. The far left end of the room was elevated and had a shower stall for shower shows. A Sincweiser was only $3. I cannot remember the last time I paid so little for a bottle of beer in a strip club. All of the music was hip hop with DJ Papa Ron manning the controls.

All of the two dozen dancers were African American, except for one that might have been Mexican. All dancers seemed to be in their twenties or early thirties. I had a hard time finding one to get dances from because many of the entertainers were not height/weight proportional. If you are going to have a 44-inch butt, you better have big breasts to match, not A or B cups. If you are going to pull off being slim thick, you better have boobs that protrude further than your gut. I tend to go for dancers that look like Brittney White, Anya Ivy, or Codi Bryant. Dancers were still streaming in after I departed, so it is possible there were some better lookers arriving later. The television screens inside the club had pictures and videos of the dancers cycling with either their Instagram or Twitter handle. I guess they encourage patrons to connect with their favorite entertainers online.

There are no set prices for table dances or for the VIP rooms. I was told every single entertainer has a different price. I did not see anyone use the private rooms. All of the money changing hands seemed to be guys getting dances out on the main floor or people tipping crazy amounts of singles on the stages. Contact at the stage was anything goes: ass smacking, boob grabbing, groping.